He walked the townland roads of long ago
The camber curved the gentle hill's incline,
The school at Gaigue its bushelled lights that showed
The pathway to the Latin School at Moyne.
The gorse and foxglove mingle gold in mauve
In stone trapped fields that led to Ballinamuck,
The pikeman rose where Humbert's cannon rolled.
The millrace stole aggression from the brook.
A craggy face looked out from Edenmore
To Corn Hill with neolithic crown,
A heather beard Kilmahon's bogsides wore.
Drumlish remembers Finn with hunting hounds.
He talked again of roads he would not see
His thought provoked by the byways of the mind.
He walked with Eoghan Ruadh and Cathal Buí
And thanked his God that he was only blind.